#trauma tornado

[minecraftbookshelf]

Fic Snippet: Complicated Relationships

Religious trauma comes in some interesting flavors when gods walk among you.

random little snippet from The AU In Which All the Marriages Are Arranged that i thought y'all might like

~500 words, canon-typical gods and possession talk, also some referenced murder.

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Xornoth had been inside Aeor's church exactly once since...since Everything.

It had been the night they'd taken the throne; once they'd talked Scott down from his panic enough to sleep they'd left him in the palace and gone straight to the church. They'd thrown the door open and stormed across the threshold and up the aisle to the altar. Lurching side to side with exhaustion and unfamiliarity with the added gangliness they'd gained from their most recent growth spurt. Trailing mud and blood and the smell of the soot and smoke that was all that remained of their parents' corpses.

The few priests still there had scattered. Even those who had taken their side. Xornoth had ripped the crown from between their antlers and slammed it down on the fine woolen altar cloth, staining the white and gold with the rusty-brown of old blood. Their father's blood.

"If he ever hears your voice the way I hear Exor's," Xornoth had proclaimed through gritted teeth, the heat gathered at their fingertips singeing the fabric. "Then I will burn this place to the ground, grind the ashes into the midden, and turn that statue of yours out there into so much dust."

That's not how it works, you fool! The demon in their head roared in rage, You cannot escape me. And he cannot escape my brother. It is fate! Balance! A Battle forever locked!

Xornoth did not look away from the golden antler crest above the altar. "Do you understand me, Aeor?"

There was no response in words but the atmosphere in the sanctuary shifted, the few candles still lit flickering as if bent by a breeze. A vague sense of acknowledgement rolled over Xornoth's soul and they took the choked off anger from the place in the back of their mind where Exor dwelt to mean it was an affirmative.

Xornoth had never been an elf of many words. They left the heat-warped crown there on the altar, glistening golden in the low lights.

And Scott's mind had always been his own.

His mind but not, apparently, his life, Xornoth thought as, decades later, they once again stood on those same, flawless quartz stairs, a different crown for the same kingdom settled between their antlers, a weight rendered almost invisible from familiarity.

And whose fault is that? Exor sneered. Xornoth ignored him. Turning on their heel to jab a finger at the back of the stag statue's head.

"If I step foot in here and you smite me, Scott will be sad. And he'll have to be king and then he'll never have a full nights sleep ever again and you know it."

They pause a moment. There is no response but there is no roll of thunder either or sudden stormhead over the mountains, so that is probably as good as Xornoth is going to get.

Enough procrastinating. They have a brother to apologize to.

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AU Masterpost

#mos: sheeps #mos: xornoth #mos: pantheon #xornoth #aeor and exor #empires smp #empires s1 #rain rambles #rains fanfiction #fanfic sheeps #both the rivendell siblings have very complicated relationships #with gods and religion #theres a lot of nuances there im planning on poking at #Lizzie also has a lot of half-resolved religious trauma #of a wildly different flavor #:) #also to all my regular readers i apologize for the radio silence #it will be happening again over the next month or so #my job is directly impacted by the weather and its tornado season babieeeeee #i also feel like im being a bit misleading with all the angsty snippets #there will be so much comedy in this shit #even if its a little tonally dark on occasion #marriage of state au

[lunapwrites]

Generational trauma is weird sometimes.

Like, I have never in my life seen let alone experienced a tornado. But both of my parents lived through a nasty one, and so now any time we get so much as a watch, I've got leashes and collars on the dogs and my bag strapped on with my ID and sturdy shoes (even if I'm otherwise still in my pj's) and my water bottle refilled and I am READY. All because I grew up on the story of my mom having to walk barefoot to the red cross station after her house got blown away around her.

Anyway, this comes up now because last week was the 50th anniversary of the inciting event, as it were, and my mom actually told her story straight for once instead of roundabouting it.

Pictures/info/TLDR version of the stories below in case you were curious.

Clocked in at half-mile wide. Multiple vortices. Wind speeds estimated between 250-305mph. 32 killed (plus two firefighters due to a subsequent fire) and 1,150 injured.

On the ground for 39 minutes, traveling about 32 miles. Downtown Xenia pictured at center, Arrowhead subdivision on the far left at point of touchdown.

The Arrowhead subdivision was the first hit - my mother's neighborhood. All that was left of her house was the hallway she was sheltering in with her younger brothers, and the closet where she'd stashed the family cat. They were home alone at the time. She was 14.

Image of the damage in downtown Xenia, where my dad was. He survived thanks to a passing couple who dragged him off his bike and to the nearest cover - the stairwell of an elementary school. It was partially destroyed, and he almost lost a finger to a flying brick, but he lived to tell about it. He was 16.

#generational trauma #tornados #family history #natural disasters #genuinely though this was horrific #they both have ptsd from it #so I'm not surprised i ended up with anxiety about it lol #but still. interesting to look at it in action like this. #i also have this funny little obsession with natural disasters #because my reaction to fear is to throw science at it #i break the thing down until i understand how it works and why #because if i can understand it i can predict it #and if i can predict it then it won't catch me unprepared #i should probably talk about this with my therapist at some point actually haha #there's intellectualizing your emotions #and then there's this lol #it's fine we're fine #lp talks

[nyaskitten]

If you asked me like, three days ago if I could EVER imagine any characters in any songs or animatics at all I'd call you silly and walk away laughing, tossing tomatoes at you. now though... now.. owwiee..

#I have so many ideas for lloyd animatics #one ab Lloyd trauma set to The Tornado by Owl City #one ab Oni Lloyd set to Monster by Skillet #one ab s9 Lloyd set to The Resistance by Skillet or maybe Welcome to the Black Parade by MCR #but if I did the latter it'd also have lloyd and garm angst pre -toe or smth #AUGHH #ninjago #raine's shitposting #maybe? #what does this count as

[newtsinboots]

Face the Wind

-prints-

#art #traditional art #ink #toned paper #fairy #fae #bird #blue jay #wind #nature #this is about several things #namely my tornado trauma #and anxieties #... #I hope your spring is green and sunny #and your storms pass soon! #<3

[welcometogodly]

The bashing of Summit Valley Church ⛪️

#midwest #midwestern gothic #kansas #religious trauma #ex evangelical #film photography #35mm flim #godlykansas #american gothic #deconstructing christianity #tornado

[syekick-powers]

people love to talk about how cave divers are fucking insane but i don't think people talk enough about how fucking insane storm chasers are. like what kind of absolute madman seeks out tornadoes and tries to get close to them rather than running for cover. like these people see tornadoes and go "oh boy i can't wait to get a good shot!" like MOTHERFUCKER GET OUT OF THERE!!! IF THAT TORNADO GOES OVER YOUR CAR YOU'RE DEAD!!!!!!

#sye's babbles #like i already have lowkey tornado trauma #i like seeing footage of tornadoes but if i was out on the road and one was close enough for me to fucking SEE it #i'd be PISSING MYSELF #NO!!! THANKS!!!!

[chimeramoth]

love it when my phone keeps alerting me that i have a severe thunderstorm warning starting in a few minutes AND the sun is shining. love it when weather is hilarious

#sarcastic tone #this weather gives me knots in my stomach #partially from trauma from an EF5 tornado event #partially from having lilapsophobia since i was a tot #fear of severe storms/tornados #yee and haw #lilapsophobia

[ears-awake-eyes-opened]

#tornado #healing trauma #Irene Lyon #somatics #Youtube

[suppuration]

i think it's a pretty firm testament to how desensitized to tornadoes i am, just how much of an impact that hailstorm had on me. i've had tornadoes hit my house before. had them level neighbors' houses but not mine. but that 95 hailstorm? no really it's bewildering the hell out of me that there were zero confirmed touchdowns that night. i have it ingrained in me that tornadoes and hail go hand in hand. it's so common for one to come with the other that i mentally think they're a matched set.

the tornadoes themselves don't scare me.

the hail does.

#reliving meteorological trauma is helping me suppress things that hurt more. this is fine #it's really haunting me to know that i had such a natural trauma response to that experience tho #may 1995 was just. Not the Time to be a midwesterner #like yeah. the wind force is horrific #but it's also very random in its carnage #hail blankets everything in the area it hits. there's no random whim what gets demolished #the nebulousness of whether a tornado will mow you down makes the fear just as vague

[cyberdragoninfinity]

some little trivia/backstory bits about my aforementioned human AU aporia & family:

“Mancini” as a surname comes from the Italian word for “left-handed;” so :^) I thought it suited them

uh yeah i’ll have to further detail whats going on in the AU theyre in sometime but essentially rn all u need to know is Aporia is a manager at a pizza place and he got jobs for his two shithead kids (primo and lester). at the pizza place. this is directly based off of when i worked at a pizza place several years ago and my boss nepo hired his two completely unqualified teenage sons to work there too and they made it. very difficult to work there.

The Mancinis used to be rich when Aporia was the CEO of a lucrative military-grade steel company (Pure Noble Steel) but then they lost everything when he got ousted and backstabbed by his own company board after he had a realization that he didn’t want to be selling steel to arms dealers and drone production anymore and suggested maybe they could produce steel for useful and beneficial purposes instead??!? (board said 🔪no.)

(he had said realization after he accidentally hit leo with his car)

(leo was fine btw!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

anyway now they Don’t Have Money anymore and the pizza money isn’t really helping that much. primo and lester are ex-spoiled rich kids so you know they are NOT well adjusted AT all.

primo’s face scars/missing eye are from when a tornado fucking destroyed his family’s house when he was like 13 and a fishtank fell and shattered on him (the Tornado was the root of. a lot of family catastrophe 😰)

jakob lives off the grid in the middle of nowhere and aporia would just leave primo and lester with him for stretches of time while he was busy with work stuff and it was not a fun time for anyone involved and it still isn’t :,)

this isn’t related to anything else but aporia was an old-school OG 90′s furry. his fursona was a liger I should draw it sometime <--*can’t stop making yugioh characters furries*

#ygo posting #ok thats all for now they burn a hole in my brain and have been for like. 3 and a half months!!!!!!!!! #5ds pizza au #will maybe share more little bits later when i hype myself up enough. this AU is kind of a sister AU to my gx college AU btw #takes place in the same city albeit maybe a different timeline. these guys are also kansans <3 #'what happened to primo and lester's mom?' well. 😬 *gestures vaguely at ''tornado catastrophe''* 😬😬😬 #these bad boys can fit SO much insane trauma in em!!!!!!!!!!!

[placesyoucallhome]

Had the fun of having several back to back dreams of being woken up by howling wind and sirens, murdercatte of course immediately does the sensible thing of taking the dog and some blankets down to the basement, however my dumb ass decides to run to every window to see where the tornados are coming from. I can only assume I was 'woken up' each time by the window shattering in my dumb face.

#tbh this isn't that infrequent of a dream #idk what that says about me #just haven't had multiple in a row before #i mean ive only dealt with a few tornado warnings #and only one like f0-1 tornado that went down the opposite side of the street #this isn't a trauma this is some weird gd obsession

[system-splintered]

*********advance warning for tornados, other TWs in tags but here's one at the top if you don't have the tornado tag blocked*************

Tornado on the ground, warning on the TV, rain pouring down outside. This is all too familiar living in Tornado Alley but it still makes me queasy to see the sky pea soup green, smelling the ozone and petrichor and whatever else makes that distinct smell that's wafting about outside, in my house, inside my head.

May 20th, 2013, an EF5 ripped through my hometown, destroyed the gym behind the school I was in, almost dropped an industrial air conditioner from the hospital it destroyed on top of the quadrant of the building I was sheltering in. It landed feet from the side of the building. The sound when it passed by us was deafening. There was a roar like a steam engine at full tilt, and suddenly it was like thousands and thousands of basketballs were being dropped on the roof all at once. There was a gas leak, and we evacuated. I finally got picked up and it took a full two hours to drive what should've been a half mile to the shelter at grandma's.

An ef 2-3 just passed to the south of us by like, a few miles, looked like it was gonna go right over us. I don't like how it feels to be twelve again. 2013 was the worst year of my life. I attempted suicide seriously, spent overnight in the hospital and a week in the psych ward before insurance ran out. This was in late January, and then in May the big one hit, it was over a mile wide. It put cars plural on top of what was left of the hospital. Is it an exaggeration to say I almost died? It feels wrong to the people who actually got hurt or died. Like I just locked eyes with death, not close enough for a dance. But all that was between me and a mile wide EF5 was maybe a hundred and fifty yards, at absolute most, and a concrete block wall? But maybe I'm not being grateful enough that I got that much. I don't know... Sorry for the rant, I guess.

#tw tornado #tornado #severe weather #severe storm #natural disasters #TW suicide attempt #Suicide #trauma vent #vent post

[faytelumos]

Illusory, pt3

cw: intrusive thoughts, weaponized religion

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Brimstone rubbed her palms together, absently playing with the skin she'd made to look like yellow latex as the helicopter blades buffeted above. They were almost at destination, and she was getting antsy to get this over with. Hurricanes and tornadoes were some of her least favorite calls.

But she'd seen more than one forest fire.

Vacuum was with her on this mission. He usually was for tornados. Not that he was able to do as much as her, but he was a good backup plan in case she failed. The pilot announced they were arriving at the drop off point, and they both acknowledged. Brimstone would be running them the rest of the way; it was far too dangerous for the helicopter.

They touched down on the ground, the chopper blades and the wind buffeting them both as they climbed out with their modest equipment. The monster was well within sight; the skies were black and angry, and the manifested body of nature twirled deceptively slowly in the middle distance. Brimstone hated tornados. But she hated hurricanes more. She shrugged on the huge, modified stirrups Vacuum passed her as the helicopter lifted once more off the ground. Once it was safely away, she leaned forward. She smoothed away the imitation latex of her suit, changing it to a pair of form-fitting shorts even as she changed the shape of her body. Her limbs became a runner's hoofed legs, her chest barreled and expanded with bigger lungs, and her shoulders, back, and hips angled be stronger and faster. She settled her weight on the ground and ensured she'd built her bones right by stomping each leg.

"Hop on," she rumbled, tossing her horned head at Vacuum. He gripped the ridge of her neck and got his foot into a stirrup, then hefted himself onto her back. He settled his weight low on the leather straps and she took off at a gallop.

Over the ground, it was a long way to the tornado. A long way to run, even on two legs, even without the fight with a force of nature looming. The forces and monsters Mother Nature could muster were terrifying at times. But they didn't scare Brimstone like people did.

Everyone will look upon you with horror!

Tornados were easy. They just wanted to keep moving forward. There was no malice there, no will to fight against. They just wanted to keep moving. And it was Brimstone's job to kill them.

Look at you! What good could you possibly do!

Vacuum patted her shoulder, and she nodded her big head. He shifted his weight as the wind gusted and howled past them, taking up a stance and drawing in a deep breath. He moved, and the air around them suddenly stilled. He stood tall on her shoulders as she ran, keeping up a bubble to prevent them from being winded or whipped up into the air.

"I heard Black Ice is back," Vacuum called. Despite the bubble, grass and telephone poles still made considerable sound around them.

"His name is Morning Frost now," Brimstone half-roared over the noise. It was too much effort to keep her larynx a human size while growing everything else, so she sounded every bit like the monster she looked.

"Have you seen him around?" Vacuum asked. They were both straining, both trying to focus their minds on something besides the work.

"He's said hello," Brimstone replied. She was snorting now, her muscles all properly heated, and she swallowed air greedily through her big nose.

"You think he'll stay chill this time?" Vacuum called. She snorted hard, tossing her head to flex the muscles, to dismiss the images of frozen flesh.

"I hope so."

He thankfully dropped the subject then, having to focus on keeping up their bubble as the air fought harder against him. The wind was punishing now, the tornado dominating their view, howling and snarling and churning. They were entering its reach, the cloud of debris along the ground bouncing particles off of the their protective bubble. It was time now, and Brimstone slowed to a stop.

The tornado was all there was, rising up into the blackened heavens, its unearthly force shaking the ground beneath them. Brimstone was already hardening her skin as Vacuum climbed off, and she rose onto two feet, turning her hands into broad claws, changing her center of gravity, shrugging off the stirrups.

"Good luck," Vacuum grunted, taking the leather and stepping away. She nodded, bracing herself as the protective barrier was drawn away.

The wind hit her like a pickup truck, and she stumbled to catch herself as dirt and grass blades cut into her. She closed her eyes, swelling in size to stay on the ground, hurriedly growing to the size of a house while digging claws into the earth. She knelt, keeping her head down, gulping in breaths as she adjusted her chest size and bone density. She hated getting big.

All you're good for is evil!

Brimstone looked up to the dark, howling monstrosity, and she bore sharp teeth and roared into the sound of it as she rose. She swelled, moving her leg to be away from Vacuum as she gained stories and tons. Her legs wobbled as she forced them to grow fastest, her weight sinking into the earth as the tornado screamed before her. She roared again, forcing her lungs to work as she rapidly changed their shape and size.

Say it! Say it!

Brimstone lifted her massive arms, the tornado churning before her with her disruption to its airflow, buckling in the middle as she blocked part of its updraft.

You're nothing! You're a child of Hell!

Brimstone opened her massive jaws, reaching up into the black clouds, claws tearing into the angry sky as she forced out another, bone-deep roar.

All you'll ever be is the Devil's bitch!

Brimstone stomped, raking her claws down, ripping the very clouds to shreds. Mist consumed her and rolled into the tornado as it doubled over, snapping against the shattered clouds, rain suddenly pouring from the storm overhead in sheets. She stepped into the monster, arms out, claws angled, turning her head away from the impact.

The tornado nearly threw her off of her feet, twisting her against the ground, sucking the air out of her lungs. She planted her feet, gritting her massive teeth, the wind screaming in her ears as it fought to keep turning, the spiraling storm above baying for want of air. She sucked in a hulking breath, reaching up into the clouds at the funnel's heart and sweeping her massive claws.

There was a crack like lightening that split the sky, and the tornado twisted and died against Brimstone's side. She stood still long enough for the plant and housing materials to start falling, the torrent of rain making quick work of the dirt clouds. She found Vacuum quickly, kneeling down carefully to put a hand over him as the debris rained down. Hanging her head, trembling and starving for air, she carefully began to undo the work on her body. As she got closer to human sized, she coughed and gagged on all of the dirt she'd swallowed. She had to stop twice to hack up black globs before reaching her typical size.

"I don't even know why they bring me here sometimes," Vacuum mused as she came back to her typical form. "You always win eventually."

Brimstone looked up at the sky, the floor of the storm still dark and roiling. They were both thoroughly soaked and caked in mud. Vacuum watched the sky, too, keeping the air around them warm to combat the chill of the water.

Vile! Worthless! Evil!

"It's always good to have backup," Brimstone muttered. She looked down at the truly massive furrows her hooves had left in the ground. S.A.I. would give whichever farmer owned these lands a payout for the damages and lost crops.

"Let's get to the road for now," Vacuum said, starting the trek. She followed, still feeling short of breath, throwing glances over her shoulder to watch in case another tornado formed.

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#Fayte writes #cw religious trauma #oc: Brimstone #barely edited #I did almost no research into tornados before writing this #me: *acknowledges the Square-Cubed Law and the strain of oxygen on a massive body* #also me: *completely disregards the Law of Conservation of Matter*

[superdoggie5000]

yayyyy smoking weed made the rain go awayyy

#last night was a storm with tornado warnings :)))) #i dont get people without hurricane trauma lmao i hear one rumble and its panic attack time

[ofdraiocht]

Naoe Kanetatsu: Unrivaled hero

#long post #[naoe: visage] #i wanted to post this yesterday but i had no internet #and i didnt save all the stuff i wrote to go with it #something something naoe felt like all the other reds do but hes also #so proud of what he does and what hes expected to do #hes not going to let past failures keep him being the best the uesugi has #my little war tornado ready to fight anything tbh #naoe vc: past trauma who? dont know her. Im a hopeful person #hi im home and sleeby

[pandapupremade]

I talked to my counselor just a bit ago and talked abt the tornado warning experience and how i excessively check the weather when theres a storm bc of the tornado that hit us 2 years ago and i said it was a phobia and my counselor was like "that does not sound like a phobia. That is a ptsd trigger" and me voice. ah. I see

#tornado tw #severe weather tw #im tagging this as negative bc its not a fun subject but i think its kinda funny #kermit.txt #negative #ask to tag #trauma tw